KILLER WITH A HEART

To be left alone, loneliness has its price, kills tonight,

Leave him in peace, no second chance for you will be.

His life is a dance from day to day, killer all the way,

For the money, a job well done never is this for fun.

You woke the demon when you killed his dog, stole his car,

Why couldn’t you leave well enough alone, now you’re done,

Killer with a heart, a look upon his face, simply leave him be.

Keith Garrett

WESTERN WORLD

What was it like many generations ago exploring a new frontier,

Starting a life where everything was so uncertain and dangerous.

Indians and bandits roaming the land trying to everyday survive,

The Indians living off the land, bandits taking all they can.

Building towns where a man or family can start a business for themselves,

Settling outside this town you choose to live and start a family of love.

You’ll have to rough it for a while longer as you have for so long now,

Waking to the morning light, at times cold as a hot cup of coffee will do.

Working hard from sunup till sundown with a dream in your heart,

A cabin with a fireplace, rooms built for comfort, a roof over your head.

The old west was more than a saloon with gambling, drinking, and gunfights,

It was about survival, the discovery of new places, and things accomplished back in a time.

Hardship and disease, many died, gave their lives for a better life, triumph and sorrow,

These people from the past paved the way for dreams and success here in our today.

The pioneers had more struggles than can be imagined, but also had to be tough and strong,

The old west is no longer alive but they did leave their mark, a path across the wilderness.

They survive and live in those today who overcome and succeed, worked through their pain,

The western world has changed, but the blood and souls from the past are buried, their spirits

May be among us in ways as they are also surely gone off beyond this world where peace is theirs.

Keith Garrett

TALE OF AN OUTLAW

Sit back and listen as I tell you this tale of an outlaw,

As a child, his future was uncertain as both mother and father were killed.

Hungry with no one to turn too he begged for food,

Slept wherever might be shelter, survived as a thief.

As he grew he then met those who lived as he lived,

Without skills of his own, he set out on a stolen horse.

He now was a thief and an outlaw, listen further,

With a gun, he did not own, he now robbed from those who did not steal.

Finally, he faced one who did not wish to give,

Murder was now his ultimate crime.

Hunted down by a sheriff and a posse, he was then caught,

Because he could not travel a road of good,

He now layed in the dirty street, dead.

Keith Garrett

FINDING FREEDOM

The search for freedom and a fight to keep it,

After thousands of years more is taken away today.

It’s all up for sale, we can barely walk in the hills anymore,

Dirt, water, and even air are not ours without a dollar.

We are not as free as we believe, we are allowed to do as they say,

All wars are not about freedom, most are of corruption and money.

Finding freedom when so much has changed is becoming rare,

We are losing it from every direction, before our eyes, and behind our backs.

The enemy appears to be us, look to our neighbor more than across the sea,

Look around people, we are losing our rights, finding freedom between what is seen.

Keith Garrett

HILLS’ OF FIRE
Keith Garrett

Look to the sky, watch as the smoke rises high above,

Beauty disappears as the heat consumes what was green.

Ignorance or wind destroys god’s masterpiece created,

A fool is the man who can’t see the gift put in front of him.

See the hills of fire, watch as the animals run, see their fear,

See all that can be seen through eyes of pain, of sorrow.

Hills of fire burn no more, fire of death be rained down upon,

Let life reappear, let the colors so bright be a sight.

Hills of fire and death, open your eyes, do you see,

Hills of pain, hills of sorrow, open your eyes, do you see.

Hills of beauty and laughter, open your eyes, do you see,

Hills of breath, hills of darkness, open your eyes, do you see.

Hills of danger and mistrust, open your eyes, do you see,

The glow in the sky, a scar for all to see.

Hills of eternity and life, open your eyes, do you see,

Hills of slumber, hills of strength, open your eyes, do you.

Take these hills of fire away, never again, there’s a price you pay.

ONLY SO MANY SUMMERS

SO MANY SPRINGS

The sun rises and the sun sets, I’ve seen this,

Will, there be another, I take it in as it’s my last.

Morning breaks, will this be the last time I awake,

Feel the morning, feel the beauty of the day.

I stand in the dark night, feeling the calm breeze,

A full moon rises, will this be the last dark night as I see the nights light.

The ocean and mountains are alive through time,

The clouds with their windblown shapes are forever in the sky.

Only so many Summers, so many Springs,

To dance in the sand, swim in the never ending waves.

To see daylight awake, to see the night close its eyes,

To feel the wind until it says goodbye.

So little time to make memories before we have to go away.

Keith Garrett

DEADLY WAS THE NIGHT

Run fast! run! and try to hide from an evil night,

Fear Is an ugly sight, heroes run for their lives, they die.

Bullets rain from the sky, from a window up so high,

Screams are many, what rings out drops them to the ground.

Those who were spared this night died forever a little inside,

By morning’s light so quiet as the dead lay still, no more alive.

On a peaceful, night blood spilled plenty, no reasons or why,

Listen as music and song turn to neverending cries, death visits this night.

Faces from many places, fifty eight would meet their fate, In the wrong place,

Run for your life! a concert, a festival, how can such a thing happen, not right.

Make sense of It, If you were so lucky to survive, scars that will forever bring tears to your eyes,

Deadly was the night, by morning light spirits would fly high beyond the sky.

Keith Garrett

TO LIVE

What is the meaning of life,? we do not know of God’s plan,

To live, we must seize the day, laugh, and play.

Most are worried about surviving from the clocks every tick,

As if to really live has no time for us.

When you awake do you see the light, the rising sun,

Are you blinded by the struggles of your daily flight?

To your ears is there the sound of birds chirping and singing,

Or only the echo in your head of all that must be done.

You need to stop and watch as the sun goes down,

A moment of peace before a regret that tomorrow has no plans for you.

Learn to dance, listen to the music you forget to hear,

Take a walk with the one you love until it’s time to disappear.

Slow down just a little and breathe the air,

To live is to relax and enjoy, to love and sometimes do nothing but see and dream.

Take notice that as we grow older time seems to move faster,

The day will come when we must let it all go,

Pray that God’s plan has a place for you.

Keith Garrett

THE BALLAD OF A MAN

The sun keeps going down, no one’s ever around,

No one talks to me no more, I see my body on the floor,

The days and nights run into tomorrow, a little laughter and some sorrow.

Tears and crying in a world of pain, my mother went away before Spring was awake,

My dad’s been gone since I was a little boy, laughter, and joy in between my sorrow.

Songs that ring inside my head remind me of things from yesterday and friends,

I started out a little boy, grew to a man who wonders where he’s going.

Brothers and sisters all over the place, I see their faces, do they have the same names,

I travel my own road of life, three children I love and an ex-wife I have never even liked,

This is a Ballad of a man who loved and cared, he did in his life all that he can.

Keith Garrett

THE FLOWING RIVER

I sit and watch the flowing river, the river runs away from me,

I’m here alone beneath the singing trees, the river flows into the sea.

Looking down upon the valley, the river flows between the rocks and me,

I watch the trees, the valley is seen, the flowing river is a forever dream.

The sun is setting upon all that is seen, I am life and the river is me,

I am not pretend as I have been forever, the flowing river flows through me.

Keith Garrett